Female

You glance through the racks at all the clothes. So much! So much to choose from.

It seems that anyone you could want to be, any way you could want to dress or act is available here. It just seems to go on and on.

You push to the back of the store. Here are the dressing rooms.

And here is a bulletin board.

You survey the area, and a small man comes up to you, his mustache seeming almost as long as his torso.

"If you have any questions, let me know," he says in an effete way.